What if…Faith wasn't a Slayer?
Author: Union-Jack2.0
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters here. I won't list who does, 'cause it'd take too long.
Rating: Still getting the hang of this new set-up on FFDN…say PG13 in the States, 12 here in England.
Summary: A bunch of shorts about hypothetical situations in which Faith isn't a Slayer. (Just what it says on the tin.)
Author's Notes: Just a bunch of weird ideas that ambushed me when waking up in the morning. By the way, if you see something you'd like to see as a full-length fic, drop me a review to tell me so and I'll see what I can do. Seriously, I'm willing to have a bash if I know someone's willing to read it.
In brightest day…
"You shall have to do."
Faith, groaning and clutching at her now dry-heaving stomach, turned around to see who was talking to her in the alleyway behind the bar and trying to ignore the stench of the puddle of her vomit. She blinked, shaking her head to try and clear it from the alcoholic haze. Man, she must be really pissed if she was seeing and hearing a blue midget in a red dress. No, not a dress – a smock, or robe. With a green symbol on a white circle.
"Take this."
Faith, very unsteady on her feet, took what the little man was offering. A green ring.
"What the hell am I s'posed to do with this?"
"What you must."
Faith looked up from examining the ring to ask just what the fuck the little blue dude'd been smoking – and found that the midget had vanished.
Now that she thought about it, the ring was too solid to be a hallucination. There was an odd design on the ring; two horizontal parallel lines with a circle sandwiched between.
Faith shrugged. Life was short, and she was definitely over the legal limit. She slipped it on her middle finger.
A second later, a passing office worker on her way home heard the following exclamation accompanied by a strange green flash from the alleyway;
"Holy shit! Damn, man…I think my life just got a whole lot more complicated."
Crossover with DC Comics' Green Lantern.